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Honestly

Its tough.
Its tough.
Its tough. 
I've had enough 
Of all this stuff.
The media,
Wikipedia,
Mr Encyclopedia:
They're feeding me lies;
Repeating the same lines;
No idea about our lives. 
Giving me grief all the time.
Stay home. Stay apart. Save lives.
Fine. Okay. I'll comply 
But please tell me why 
Do you constantly defy
The signs that you get?
Honestly, no regret? 
I'm tired and burnt out 
I've no energy to sleep 
You've left me with nought 
Not even a will to weep. 

◄ A wish

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Aviva Rifka Bhandari

Thu 21st Jan 2021 19:11

Nought is a strange number
Even financially, rarely true.
And times are tough
more so without slumber
But even tougher is you.

Good luck and I hope things improve.

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